Here we are, almost at the end of my first ever HecklerSpray advent! Today, I would like to celebrate potentially the best pop culture moment of 2017: Kesha trying really hard to hug Jerry Seinfeld and Jerry Seinfeld having NONE of it!
A few months back, Jerry and Kesha were both attending an event for the David Lynch Foundation, and mid-red carpet interview, Kesha approached Jerry and tried to hug him multiple times which he was like “no thanks” to, and it was hilarious.
In case you haven’t seen the awkward run-in, you can watch it here:
Jerry says to the interviewer as soon as Kesha walks away “I don’t know who that was” and the guy tells him it was Kesha, which Jerry sort of shrugs off, because even though Kesha is having a solid 2017, it is HIGHLY unlikely that Jerry fucking Seinfeld has any idea who she is. I don’t remotely think Jerry was a dick for not wanting to hug her, because if some random tried to hug me while I was being interviewed I probably would’ve reacted the same way.
Actually, if some random tried to hug me EVER I’d be like “no thanks”, because I’m not a big hugger in general, especially when it comes to people I don’t know.
I very specifically waited until the 23rd to do this story, because the whole thing is just a hilarious mess, and where I come from, there is no greater hilarious mess of a day than December 23rd, better known as Tibb’s Eve. Let me explain:
While this year, I’m pregnant for this holy day and shall remain sober, I’m usually black out drunk on Tibb’s Eve, singing “Fairytale of New York” and “Do They Know It’s Christmas” on top of some table, only to wake up at 5am in a pile of coats wearing only one shoe (legit what happened last year), so nothing screams the holidays to me quite like an awkward drunken mess of a situation, and that’s what this non-hug reminds me of.